Scootaloo's Real Story

Scootaloo slowly sucked on a straw in a juice box and sighed after removing her mouth. A brown colt trotted over to her, his mane raggedy and yellow.

"Hi there, Dandelion," Scootaloo shouted over the ruckus in the orphanage after taking another sip. The brown colt smiled and sat next to her, shifting uncomfortably. He murmured a hello under his breath. Scootaloo looked at him. "Do you ever wonder who you parents were?"

Dandelion nodded slowly. He looked over. "Do you?" he whispered, shyly.

"Yeah," Scootaloo murmured. The two sat in silence and looked at the ceiling. Scootaloo awkwardly jumped off the chair and crushed her juice box. "I'm gonna go throw this away outside." Scootaloo trotted outside to the trashcan and tossed it in. She headed for he front door but paused. She moves to a comfy area and sat snug in a mossy area, looking up at the clouds. The orphanage's ruckus was mute to her daydreaming. She sighed and closed her eyes, putting her head down.